Potatoes and Mayo

Hi again.

Today is Saturday. I just accidentally hit a button and now I´m typing in underline and I can´t get rid of it. OH well. Yesterday I had to go to school. I had Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday off this week and next week I have tuesday, wednesday, and thursday off. Loving it. But i have to take a Physics test next friday and i dont know any of the material because I hadnt arrived in argentina yet. So that should be just wonderful. Yesterday after school i decided not to go to gym class at three and i made a cake with my brother. it was really good. Then i went with him to buy beer and we watched the olympic soccer game, which started at one in the morning, and which argentina won!!!!!!!! yay. I´m sure all of my guy friends are going to be off the wall today. Tonight I am supposed to go to a disco called Base1. People here are OBSESSED with Cumbia music...if you dont know what it is, I suggest you give it a listen. Here they are especially obsessed with Grupo Play, a local pair who do cover songs to a cumbia beat. It is a traditional type of music that originated from Colombia. Now its been computerized and modernized to make the newest sensation sweeping latin america. Everyday at school when we have a break, all the kids turn on their cell phones and turn the volume up really loud and walk around outside with this sh sh-sh-sh sound. I love to dance cumbia, but here they dance it differently. Anyway, today i just got back from lunch with my AFS counselor and the boy from Denmark, who doesnt speak any spanish. It was going fine and dandy, except for I couldnt understand a word my counselor was saying to me in english because of this weird, frenchish accent she had. Then I realized she was speaking Dutch with Max! So the whole time thý´re chatting away in Dutch and I´´m wishing i could take a siesta.

Now I am going to do a segment on the "lovely" fashion here. On wednesday I asked my friend Dai if she would take me shopping, which was just a lovely mistake. I went into the store and I asked for some pants, and she asks me what size. I say I dont know because the sizes are different in the US. She says, I think you´re a 36, and pulls out THE TINIEST pair of pants i have ever seen in my life. My pinky finger couldnt even fit inside I am not even joking. What is fashion here are too-tight tops and butt squeezing pants. ANd i´m like, no thank you. There are some stores with more familiar clothing that I think I will check out instead. FOr now, I think i´m good if I stay away from plaid stretchy pants and lime green leggings.

HEre in the picture was the barbecue at Mariano´s. These are literally all the boys in my class right there.